By Thomas Page People articulated By traits becomes a Grave--dry bones. Lab'ling the other Tacks their equal to a board Like a butterfly. A clock will tick in Unique tremor for each new, Subsequent heard tock. How many years pass On Pluto and the other Bodies as light flies?
By Marianne Brems As I climb up a third flight of stairs, a piano falls from the sky. Invisible, silent. It lands slowly, deliberately burrowing into my quads. No path to climb out. Somewhere along the way a neuron shifts. A familiar handle sits just out of reach. A window seems harder to … Continue reading A Piano Falls
By John Page "Something at the Door" There was a lady getting ready for bed A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo She went and bumped her head A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo She heard a knock upon the door A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo Then she went across the floor A-hoo a-hoo a-hoo Then she went to open the door … Continue reading Halloween Songs